Post by Drake Hunter on Jun 23, 2012 2:13:48 GMT -5
Final Judgement.
There is always a day when everybody must accept their demise may be imminent. The very thing that holds us back for all the years of our waiting, all the time that keeps us on our toes as we await the final judgement, whether or not we will meet our own fate, or whether or not the day of reckoning will strike upon our opponent. Many falsely claim that judgement is not our own, that we have no control over our very own fate. But i always have control, THEY have control. And on Sunday, they will be released, so that the day of reckoning will fall upon my opponent. The man who has physically and mentally tortured me for months now will finally feel the exact revenge that i will deal, and all of this will end. Fin.
Hacker has made my life hell. There is no hiding from that fact. But what i will do to him will return that tenfold. Every pain i felt in my head, every time that steel pipe went over my skull, he will be delivered that even greater than what i felt. Hacker will feel the wrath of a Punk, a pissed off Punk.
The Final Judgement will be of my control, as i strike down upon him a wrath so great it has not been seen before. Everything i do will be to bring about his demise, to take off that mask, and prove everything that i have proposed to be the truth. There will no longer be any place to hide, no longer any rooftops where he can escape from me, and everything that he has done to me over the last eight months he will feel tenfold. And i will finally have my justice in his judgement.
It's funny how H4ck3r is the one person in the world i hate the most and yet i still have no clue exactly who he is. He is Stytch, that is almost for certain, and yet, that one word still drifts into my head every time i think. Almost. I'm almost certain about a lot of things. I'm almost certain that my grave enemy is somebody i've called a friend for years now, i'm almost certain that every time i see Electra in that sexy black outfit i get a big one, and i'm almost certain of the fact that i will make sure H4ck3r leaves Caged Aggression with that mask in tatters, just like the rest of his pitiful body. Almost...
Still there lies a pit of doubt deep inside, doubt that i know will have to be forced out of my mind if i'm going to stand any chance this saturday, when the lights are on Bright and my Rage is unleashed inside that metal structure. Rage in a Cage. How fitting.
Because however much Rage is built up inside that head wrapped in a black paintball mask, i can unleash tenfold. Everything stored up inside that pitiful little head of his i can match and them some. The only thing i have no doubt about it one simple fact. Not whether i will win, not whether i will remain inside NYCCW after saturday, nor whether i will even continue my wrestling career after the age of 22. One fact DOES still remain, and there is no "almost" about. This saturday, inside Caged Aggression, inside the Staples Center in Los Angeles, and inside that steel structure....
H4ck3r will feel my Rage.
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I'm standing. Just like usual. Except this isn't a usual moment. This is the first of my defining era, this is the first moment that will define the Punk, and this is the true moment of my career, when everything suddenly and instantly fell into place. Going into this match with H4ck3r, i've been reflecting quite a bit. I've been reflecting on my career, on how that word - almost - may be the end of the Punk in NYCCW, may be the end of the Punk entirely. Let's just say it's not something i'm going to simply sit and wait to happen.
I'm standing on top of the world, almost literally. No, what i'm doing is feeling the air circulate around me, watching the win spinning around me, the thousands of fans in the Rod Laver Arena, as i hoist my first ever Championship in the world high in the air, THE World Championship of the AWA. I did not think to myself that this moment would launch me into the history books, into a world of fame that i wouldn't be able to comprehend. No, i never would of thought anything like that, i would have called any person who told me such as a lunatic.
And yet, here i am, standing on top of the world, hoisting my first ever championship so high in the air. It all started with my debut, when i came out at the end of the AWA's biggest PPV in history, something that i was staggered i could be a part of, and i attacked the World champion, making the biggest impact the AWA has ever seen when i hit the Devil Trigger on Jacobi Maxi and put my name in the history books. It took the better part of five months, including Jacobi Maxi breaking both of his arms and his jaw and my leg almost being torn to absolute shreds after a fall of over ten feet, but it was at Survival when i was finally crowned as the World champion i was so deserving of.
I remember that line from the colour commentator of the AWA, somebody who i called a friend right until my greatest enemy got under my skin and turned everybody i knew against me, much like H4ck3r has done, but to a much less significant stature - nobody has caused me so much hurt like H4ck3r has done. But that line is what i'm talking about right now, the line that became so famous in the world of Australian television:
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the rise of an era! The Punk Era has begun!!" Little did he know exactly how much that would impact me, how true that line was to become. The Punk Era is still going, and he probably knew it. Everybody in that damn company knew it, it was a fact. I was the most successful thing to come out of the AWA, probably the most successful thing to come out of Australia as well.
The lights are still bright, the crowd is still chanting my name, until it all fades away, until there is nothing but blackness. Complete and total blackness. And then a face shows up. A familiar face, although its a face who i cannot recognize straight away. The face of a man who has plagued me for months on end, without cease, and a man who's identity i am still not completely sure of. The man is H4ck3r.
I jolt completely awake, suddenly aware of my surroundings. The sheets are completely pulled off me, nearly drowning Lexi, who is lying next to me in our bed, in my hotel room in Los Angeles. We both hated the bed, but that was because we were so used to the Affinia. I don't understand how she can sleep in a bed with me, i have to be the most restless sleeper in history. The amount of nightmares i have, coupled with the voices - its a surprise i'm not in a sleep clinic.
I turn over and brush my fingers against her shoulder. She's so soft, just like always, and the way she looks in the darkness is completely beautiful, simply engulfing the entire space with her presence. I couldn't think of somebody who better suited me other than Alyssa, but she was no longer. Everything that she did complemented me, and by now i think i would have been out of my job if not for her control. Still, there was always a pang of regret, a tip of sorrow that i felt for her. Everything that i did dragged her into this mess - my mess, and everything that went on in my life.
No matter what she said, what she says she could handle, and what she says happened to her in the previous years that prepared her for something like this, everything that she's gotten into is completely my fault. I wish i could make it all better with the click of my fingers, but unfortunately it was not thus. What i could do this weekend however, was end it. It might take a little more than a click of my fingers though.
"Hey, you alright?" I snap out of my trance as Lexi wraps her fingers around mine, still placed on her shoulder, and turns them, so that she was able to spin herself around and face me. Her eyes were still sleepy, i wasn't surprised after the "activities" we engaged in last night. Hell, my crotch still hurts.
"Yeah, just another nightmare."
"That it? Or are you feeling the effects of having your entire career put on the line at age of twenty-three?"
I was silent. I didn't want to admit that it scared me to hell and back. Not that my career was on the line, i've been wrestling for seven years now - since i was sixteen, and during that time i've accomplished more than almost every wrestler out there. Nothing was going to change my career. No, what i'm scared of is the threat that H4ck3r could continue to rampage throughout the world, throughout NYCCW. Unmasked he could be controlled, fired, but otherwise he'd still be the nearly-criminal mastermind raging throughout NYCCW.
I could not let that happen.
I turn to Lexi and realize immediately that i must have spoken aloud,. She's looking at me with that look of deep love and compassion. I still couldn't believe i had said those words, but that didn't mean i regretted them. I do Love Electra Stevens, with all my heart, that didn't make it any less daunting.
"Drake...."
"It's okay, i know what i have to do, and there's nothing that will stop me from doing it. He'll go down, whether i have to go down with him or not."
"Drake, just don't do anything stupid."
"Lexi, i can't promise that. You know that. I'll do whatever i can."
Electra looks at me with a concerned but acknowledging look, and i reciprocated with one of my completely signature sly looks, pressing my hand onto her ass and squeezing as she squealed in surprise.
"Hey! Don't." She says, mocking a pouting face, but i simply smirked and practically leapt on top of her, planting my lips onto hers. As i raised my head to look into her eyes however, she was finally free to release her objections.
"Drake, we just...it was four hours ago!"
"I don't care. You know i can't get back to sleep after i have a nightmare. That's why i need sex." I wink at her and already she knows she's lost this battle. Just like most battles at this time of the morning. Now, if only i could get her into that cat suit....
She doesn't say anything, just sighs as she moves her head up slightly and presses her lips back against mine. I reach down and pull her top straight off, only parting our lips for a moment as her top is thrown lazily on the floor, and the darkness engulfs us, our radiance emanating only as far as our two bodies so close together. I feel the heat bounce off her, and within a minute she's as involved in the activities as i am. I can't help but think what she'd be like in that catsuit....but then i'm pulled in for another kiss, and i really don't have to care about anything else in the world right now. Because i have the most gorgeous woman in the world with me.
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We arrived in the city of angels yesterday, and that night was the night where i had that nightmare that lead to certain "activities" afterwards. I remember trailing around LA in the HSV and i remember the video camera that Lexi was so fond of - it suited her, doing handheld promos. Everything she said was exactly and one hundred percent true, and there was nothing that could change that. The camera pictured her so well, capturing her beauty with perfection, and even when it zoomed out and the shot was of both of us kissing, our lips completely engulfed in each other, for a period of time that some would have regarded as awkward. I didn't think so though, in fact anybody who thought did think that could suck it. Because they don't have what i do.
I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and an exceptionally sore crotch. My first guess was Electra was feeling the exact same too. I popped an aspirin and i grabbed my iPad, crashing on the couch and immediately connecting to the private chat on NYCCW to catch up with an "old friend". Electra didn't need to know who she was, she'd know soon enough, everybody would. I chatted for half an hour before Electra woke up, and she immediately came to my side on the couch and kissed me on the forehead, rubbing her hand against my cheek before she slid it down to my chest, which was only barely covered by a Drake Hunter t-shirt. That's where i am now, still in the presence of my perfection.
I press my lips to her forehead and kiss her softly, not averting my eyes from the screen as another message pops up. I click the mouse twice and the screen minimizes, then turn to face Electra as i plant a kiss on her lips. I try to push for something a little more intimate but she pulls away, to my dismay, with a smile on her face.
"Come on, we gotta go to the gym." She says, moving towards the bathroom as she escapes my grasp.
The screen opens once again once she's out of vision and i PM the person on the other end of the connection that i have to go. The final words i see are:
THE PUNKETTE has logged off
I can't help but smile, at something that nobody knows yet, and won't know for a time. But that is in the future, and right now i have to focus on the present. I have to focus on saturday, because if i don't, it will be my end.......
Yeah right.
There is always a day when everybody must accept their demise may be imminent. The very thing that holds us back for all the years of our waiting, all the time that keeps us on our toes as we await the final judgement, whether or not we will meet our own fate, or whether or not the day of reckoning will strike upon our opponent. Many falsely claim that judgement is not our own, that we have no control over our very own fate. But i always have control, THEY have control. And on Sunday, they will be released, so that the day of reckoning will fall upon my opponent. The man who has physically and mentally tortured me for months now will finally feel the exact revenge that i will deal, and all of this will end. Fin.
Hacker has made my life hell. There is no hiding from that fact. But what i will do to him will return that tenfold. Every pain i felt in my head, every time that steel pipe went over my skull, he will be delivered that even greater than what i felt. Hacker will feel the wrath of a Punk, a pissed off Punk.
The Final Judgement will be of my control, as i strike down upon him a wrath so great it has not been seen before. Everything i do will be to bring about his demise, to take off that mask, and prove everything that i have proposed to be the truth. There will no longer be any place to hide, no longer any rooftops where he can escape from me, and everything that he has done to me over the last eight months he will feel tenfold. And i will finally have my justice in his judgement.
It's funny how H4ck3r is the one person in the world i hate the most and yet i still have no clue exactly who he is. He is Stytch, that is almost for certain, and yet, that one word still drifts into my head every time i think. Almost. I'm almost certain about a lot of things. I'm almost certain that my grave enemy is somebody i've called a friend for years now, i'm almost certain that every time i see Electra in that sexy black outfit i get a big one, and i'm almost certain of the fact that i will make sure H4ck3r leaves Caged Aggression with that mask in tatters, just like the rest of his pitiful body. Almost...
Still there lies a pit of doubt deep inside, doubt that i know will have to be forced out of my mind if i'm going to stand any chance this saturday, when the lights are on Bright and my Rage is unleashed inside that metal structure. Rage in a Cage. How fitting.
Because however much Rage is built up inside that head wrapped in a black paintball mask, i can unleash tenfold. Everything stored up inside that pitiful little head of his i can match and them some. The only thing i have no doubt about it one simple fact. Not whether i will win, not whether i will remain inside NYCCW after saturday, nor whether i will even continue my wrestling career after the age of 22. One fact DOES still remain, and there is no "almost" about. This saturday, inside Caged Aggression, inside the Staples Center in Los Angeles, and inside that steel structure....
H4ck3r will feel my Rage.
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I'm standing. Just like usual. Except this isn't a usual moment. This is the first of my defining era, this is the first moment that will define the Punk, and this is the true moment of my career, when everything suddenly and instantly fell into place. Going into this match with H4ck3r, i've been reflecting quite a bit. I've been reflecting on my career, on how that word - almost - may be the end of the Punk in NYCCW, may be the end of the Punk entirely. Let's just say it's not something i'm going to simply sit and wait to happen.
I'm standing on top of the world, almost literally. No, what i'm doing is feeling the air circulate around me, watching the win spinning around me, the thousands of fans in the Rod Laver Arena, as i hoist my first ever Championship in the world high in the air, THE World Championship of the AWA. I did not think to myself that this moment would launch me into the history books, into a world of fame that i wouldn't be able to comprehend. No, i never would of thought anything like that, i would have called any person who told me such as a lunatic.
And yet, here i am, standing on top of the world, hoisting my first ever championship so high in the air. It all started with my debut, when i came out at the end of the AWA's biggest PPV in history, something that i was staggered i could be a part of, and i attacked the World champion, making the biggest impact the AWA has ever seen when i hit the Devil Trigger on Jacobi Maxi and put my name in the history books. It took the better part of five months, including Jacobi Maxi breaking both of his arms and his jaw and my leg almost being torn to absolute shreds after a fall of over ten feet, but it was at Survival when i was finally crowned as the World champion i was so deserving of.
I remember that line from the colour commentator of the AWA, somebody who i called a friend right until my greatest enemy got under my skin and turned everybody i knew against me, much like H4ck3r has done, but to a much less significant stature - nobody has caused me so much hurt like H4ck3r has done. But that line is what i'm talking about right now, the line that became so famous in the world of Australian television:
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the rise of an era! The Punk Era has begun!!" Little did he know exactly how much that would impact me, how true that line was to become. The Punk Era is still going, and he probably knew it. Everybody in that damn company knew it, it was a fact. I was the most successful thing to come out of the AWA, probably the most successful thing to come out of Australia as well.
The lights are still bright, the crowd is still chanting my name, until it all fades away, until there is nothing but blackness. Complete and total blackness. And then a face shows up. A familiar face, although its a face who i cannot recognize straight away. The face of a man who has plagued me for months on end, without cease, and a man who's identity i am still not completely sure of. The man is H4ck3r.
I jolt completely awake, suddenly aware of my surroundings. The sheets are completely pulled off me, nearly drowning Lexi, who is lying next to me in our bed, in my hotel room in Los Angeles. We both hated the bed, but that was because we were so used to the Affinia. I don't understand how she can sleep in a bed with me, i have to be the most restless sleeper in history. The amount of nightmares i have, coupled with the voices - its a surprise i'm not in a sleep clinic.
I turn over and brush my fingers against her shoulder. She's so soft, just like always, and the way she looks in the darkness is completely beautiful, simply engulfing the entire space with her presence. I couldn't think of somebody who better suited me other than Alyssa, but she was no longer. Everything that she did complemented me, and by now i think i would have been out of my job if not for her control. Still, there was always a pang of regret, a tip of sorrow that i felt for her. Everything that i did dragged her into this mess - my mess, and everything that went on in my life.
No matter what she said, what she says she could handle, and what she says happened to her in the previous years that prepared her for something like this, everything that she's gotten into is completely my fault. I wish i could make it all better with the click of my fingers, but unfortunately it was not thus. What i could do this weekend however, was end it. It might take a little more than a click of my fingers though.
"Hey, you alright?" I snap out of my trance as Lexi wraps her fingers around mine, still placed on her shoulder, and turns them, so that she was able to spin herself around and face me. Her eyes were still sleepy, i wasn't surprised after the "activities" we engaged in last night. Hell, my crotch still hurts.
"Yeah, just another nightmare."
"That it? Or are you feeling the effects of having your entire career put on the line at age of twenty-three?"
I was silent. I didn't want to admit that it scared me to hell and back. Not that my career was on the line, i've been wrestling for seven years now - since i was sixteen, and during that time i've accomplished more than almost every wrestler out there. Nothing was going to change my career. No, what i'm scared of is the threat that H4ck3r could continue to rampage throughout the world, throughout NYCCW. Unmasked he could be controlled, fired, but otherwise he'd still be the nearly-criminal mastermind raging throughout NYCCW.
I could not let that happen.
I turn to Lexi and realize immediately that i must have spoken aloud,. She's looking at me with that look of deep love and compassion. I still couldn't believe i had said those words, but that didn't mean i regretted them. I do Love Electra Stevens, with all my heart, that didn't make it any less daunting.
"Drake...."
"It's okay, i know what i have to do, and there's nothing that will stop me from doing it. He'll go down, whether i have to go down with him or not."
"Drake, just don't do anything stupid."
"Lexi, i can't promise that. You know that. I'll do whatever i can."
Electra looks at me with a concerned but acknowledging look, and i reciprocated with one of my completely signature sly looks, pressing my hand onto her ass and squeezing as she squealed in surprise.
"Hey! Don't." She says, mocking a pouting face, but i simply smirked and practically leapt on top of her, planting my lips onto hers. As i raised my head to look into her eyes however, she was finally free to release her objections.
"Drake, we just...it was four hours ago!"
"I don't care. You know i can't get back to sleep after i have a nightmare. That's why i need sex." I wink at her and already she knows she's lost this battle. Just like most battles at this time of the morning. Now, if only i could get her into that cat suit....
She doesn't say anything, just sighs as she moves her head up slightly and presses her lips back against mine. I reach down and pull her top straight off, only parting our lips for a moment as her top is thrown lazily on the floor, and the darkness engulfs us, our radiance emanating only as far as our two bodies so close together. I feel the heat bounce off her, and within a minute she's as involved in the activities as i am. I can't help but think what she'd be like in that catsuit....but then i'm pulled in for another kiss, and i really don't have to care about anything else in the world right now. Because i have the most gorgeous woman in the world with me.
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We arrived in the city of angels yesterday, and that night was the night where i had that nightmare that lead to certain "activities" afterwards. I remember trailing around LA in the HSV and i remember the video camera that Lexi was so fond of - it suited her, doing handheld promos. Everything she said was exactly and one hundred percent true, and there was nothing that could change that. The camera pictured her so well, capturing her beauty with perfection, and even when it zoomed out and the shot was of both of us kissing, our lips completely engulfed in each other, for a period of time that some would have regarded as awkward. I didn't think so though, in fact anybody who thought did think that could suck it. Because they don't have what i do.
I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and an exceptionally sore crotch. My first guess was Electra was feeling the exact same too. I popped an aspirin and i grabbed my iPad, crashing on the couch and immediately connecting to the private chat on NYCCW to catch up with an "old friend". Electra didn't need to know who she was, she'd know soon enough, everybody would. I chatted for half an hour before Electra woke up, and she immediately came to my side on the couch and kissed me on the forehead, rubbing her hand against my cheek before she slid it down to my chest, which was only barely covered by a Drake Hunter t-shirt. That's where i am now, still in the presence of my perfection.
I press my lips to her forehead and kiss her softly, not averting my eyes from the screen as another message pops up. I click the mouse twice and the screen minimizes, then turn to face Electra as i plant a kiss on her lips. I try to push for something a little more intimate but she pulls away, to my dismay, with a smile on her face.
"Come on, we gotta go to the gym." She says, moving towards the bathroom as she escapes my grasp.
The screen opens once again once she's out of vision and i PM the person on the other end of the connection that i have to go. The final words i see are:
THE PUNKETTE has logged off
I can't help but smile, at something that nobody knows yet, and won't know for a time. But that is in the future, and right now i have to focus on the present. I have to focus on saturday, because if i don't, it will be my end.......
Yeah right.